Diary of a Slippie.

Women are absolutely insane. Some more than others, of course, but they all seem to be tainted with some type of madness. This is not to say that they are inconsistent. There are people who know how to manipulate women and can get them to do anything they want. So, just like paint is messy and gets all over everything, if one is a practiced artist one can use it to express anything they want to convey.

A while back I was reading up on pimps and the methods they used to turn out women. As with secrets to financial success I suppose it would be naive for one to assume anyone is going to give away those types of important instructions for free, but there was a lot of information about it available. Must be a popular topic. I remember one web site I found that said, "First, find a bitch, then make her fall in love with you". Wow, that certainly simplified things. Hard to imagine someone typed that out, then proof read it and decided he was happy with it, briefly congratulated himself on a job well done, then merrily continued to type away. He never got more specific than that on that part of the procedure, although he did go on to explain all the other steps in satisfactory detail. Of course without a method of getting a woman to fall in love with you, the subsequent steps will likely be impossible to implement.  A lot of things are like that. Whenever I try and educate myself on the more esoteric aspects of computer science I run into the same difficulty. The author always assumes I have an intuitive understanding of some important principal integral to the whole process I am trying to clarify when, in actuality I am absolutely clueless about it, so all of the other instructions and insights he shares with me are more or less useless. 

I consider myself a terrible artist, at least I do these days since I've not done anything ambitious in nearly 20 years. I've never considered myself very good, but by indulging my fanatical attention to detail I have managed to make some interesting pieces. I'm an awful artist that makes good pictures.

We cleaned up the place a little bit last week. We are nowhere near finished with it, but at least we have prepared the place for the delivery of our furniture. I will be so glad to FINALLY get that out of the way. The place will finally start looking as though someone actually lives here. This whole furniture thing has been going on for nearly a year, so when we finally get it all delivered I'm all for taking a break from furniture shopping for a while, but Karen wants to just keep on accumulating more. I'm very grateful that she's helping me out like this, but it would be nice not to have the extra expense of buying more dressers and chairs for a while since we have so many other financial obligations now.
I can't wait to get the book cases finally in here so I can organize some of my library. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure we will still have more books than shelf space, but it will still be a relief to get some of my collection squared away. We'll have, for now, two big book cases for out in he living room and I have one small book case here in my room by the bed full of art books. We also got a couch and a coffee table. We do need more, but I think we have enough for now.
I've been suffering a terrible creative block for the past few years, but, as usual, I have a million projects in mind that I want to do. When I do start production again, I will have to tighten security around here and put a watermark on whatever I post. I really don't want to do that but these fuckers are trying to starve me out by showing everyone my work for free so it's my job to try to make that as difficult as possible for them.
What bothers me the most about these assholes and their show is they give people the impression that they are merely documenting me but I know for a fact they have been intentionally interfering with my life and manipulating me ever since they started doing this. Of course their target audience generally isn't intelligent enough to figure this out. It really is hard to believe how thick the average person is, and they seem to be getting more dense all the time. They seem incapable of suspecting that the people behind the media may have selfish motives. No wonder the world is such a fucking mess.